It was quite a surprise for me because I was doing so well and I didn’t think I would relapse so soon.
I vaguely remember what happened when I got into hospital because I was so ill, but apparently I was saying things that made me seem delusional.
Also, I was hearing voices and they were saying negative things like “you’re going to die”.
It felt like a rollercoaster because I had just had a care plan meeting the week before and the doctor said that my recovery journey was going well.
But God knows why these things happen the way they do and I believe firmly that everything happens for a reason.
So here I was in hospital with no one that I was familiar with and voices telling me that the people around me will kill me and chop my body into pieces.
I didn’t know what to do or where to go because I was in a secure hospital, so all I did was give up. I believed the voices and thought I had no choice but to give in and let them kill me.
Little did I know that God was with me and that my case wasn’t completely hopeless because God was going to see me through the storm.
Initially I was refusing to eat but shortly after my family visited me, I started eating more food.
Eventually, the voices began to decrease and I started to realise they were lying to me because the people around me didn’t want to kill me, they wanted to help me.
So I started distinguishing the facts from the lies and I started feeling more hopeful.
It also helped when I started reading my bible more. It gave me new strength and made me whole.
Eventually I left hospital. I was so glad to come back home where I have more freedom to go out whenever I need fresh air and be reunited with my family.
Stay tuned for another life update.
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